The twist core ignored.

The demon of the Transformation changed again and said hoarsely: "Twisting the core, won't you dislike me as deaf and blind?"

The twisted core still ignored it.

The demon of the transformation from the outside changed again, "Senior Tinxin, people should not behave like this. In the center of my eyes, you are all beautiful girls, there are thousands of beautiful women, and there are only one twinkle girls."

Chen Ping'an kept walking on the stakes and said, "It's almost done."

It turned out that the demon transformed from the outside world turned into the blue-shirted Chen Ping'an.

Twisting the core is just thinking about the follow-up of sewing clothes.

The skin that the demon who transformed into a foreign world regained its most love was sitting on the steps, "The lonely man and the widow have no feelings for each other, it's too unreasonable! What's wrong with you two, it's a big shame."

After Chen Ping'an took the stake, he began to set up the stake with the sword furnace. After half an hour, he began to breathe and breathe, calmly nourish the flying sword in his natal life.

Twist the core away.

The demon who transformed into a green snake was unwilling to leave and stared at the sword-raising gourd beside Chen Ping'an.

His short sword "Longqiu" was just inside. The one that Chen Ping'an had returned was tied to his waist by him and was named "Jiangdu".

They are both very well-known and just used to raise two small things hanging around their ears.

In fact, the rank of things that can last for a long time in this world will not be bad.

However, for a demon who transforms into a foreign world, it actually has no meaning, it only depends on the fate of the eyes.

He suddenly said, "Where is that immortal molt? Why don't I just give you the robe on my body and let her put on her clothes and make her sword?"

Chen Ping'an said calmly: "The dead are the greatest."

After getting up, one leaned back, supported the ground with one hand, closed his eyes, and pinched the sword with the other hand.

The white-haired boy kept his promise and would not get involved in that building. He just swayed around, constantly changing into the demon clans who died under Chen Ping'an's fist. The sword only asked, "Is the dead the most important? So what about the living?"

Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and pressed his fingers against the ground with his fingers together, so his feet were slightly raised.

The white-haired boy who returned to his original appearance looked at him and smiled and said, "You have been criticizing yourself, the strong, and the world."

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes again and said, "There is no fixed law."

The demon transformed from the outside suddenly turned into a woman and smiled sweetly.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he looked like a face that could be fake and real.

What you think in your heart and what you see in your eyes.

This is the terrible thing about transforming foreign demons.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and said, "You will bear the consequences."

The white-haired boy immediately shouted, "Grandpa Yinguan, once your future inner demon is this woman, what should I do?"

Chen Ping'an smiled a little and said slowly: "I hope so."

The white-haired boy raised his hands and flicked the green snake in his ear with his fingers. His movements were slight, but the sound rang out like a bell, echoing between the world, and asked, "Why not practice it?"

Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "Stay away from me!"

The white-haired boy complained: "I have lost my seniority in vain, and Grandpa Yinguan lost this business."

Then the next moment, the demon transformed from the outside was silent and shrank his neck.

It turned out that Chen Qingdu had already grabbed the head and held it in his hand.

The old man simply defeated the sword intent, and his face became distorted when he transformed into a demon. His whole body melted like a candle, his face was beyond recognition, and he suddenly wailed and begged for mercy.

Chen Ping'an flipped his body and stood still.

Chen Qing threw the demon from the outer world away, looked at Chen Ping'an, frowned and said, "Is there no real name of several key monsters that can be carved out?"

The twisted core reappeared on the steps, "Don't blame me, I can carve it, it's to carve it on the dead."

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "The bottleneck of the martial arts is really not easy to break. Even if it is confronted with the demons of the transformation of the outside world, it is useless. What is lacking at the moment is that little mysterious divine intention. Otherwise, if it is just to temper the body, just enduring the sewing of the senior twisting the core will be enough for me to enter the far-distance realm."

Chen Qingdu said, "Where should I go to find a perfect ten-level martial artist for Lord Yinguan?"

Chen Ping'an said, "Don't ask me."

Chen Qing was a little angry and smiled.

Twisting the core opens your eyes.

The old deaf child who rushed over immediately following the movement was very impressed.

The demon who transformed into a foreign heaven curled up on the steps felt that the sound of Grandpa Hidden was not in vain.

The consequence was that Lord Yin Guan was defeated by the sword intent. He first bent over, then knelt on the ground, and finally lay on the ground without moving, almost turning into a pool of mud.

Fortunately, the old Sword Immortal was quite loyal and threw Chen Ping'an into the magma furnace.

After Chen Ping'an disappeared.

Chen Qingdu waved his hand and left at the same time.

The old man stood in the pavilion, looked around, and his eyes slowly swept across the four pavilions.

Chen Ping'an rarely left prison and went out to take a breath.

The white-haired boy soon appeared and instigated the young hidden official to go to the place where the criminal official practiced Taoism, saying that there were many treasures there, and they were all ownerless things, so they could pick them up casually.

Just look at it, it’s useless to pick it up.

Under the guidance of the demons in the outside world, Chen Ping'an came to the stream, with a dazed look, as if he was in his hometown, and was going to pick up snake gallstones. However, there was a big basket missing.

The white-haired boy was simply a rude god who was not doing his job. He told Chen Ping'an in detail about the current situation of the two pairs of masters and servants, saying that Youyu was a little fool and was slow to learn anything. Compared with the three disciples collected by the old deaf child, he was incomparable. He said that Du Shanyin had good qualifications in practicing swords and had better luck. Unfortunately, he was a big erotic embryo. These guys could become the masters of the old deaf child and the criminal officer. He was really sad for the grandfather Yin Guan.

Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped. Not far away, there were women pounding clothes and small hairdressing hairpins by the stream.

Chen Ping'an looked at it in a concentrated manner and felt incredible. He walked all over the world and saw those incense villains who used plaques and incense burners as his home, and even saw the worm silver of Cui Dongshan. He had never seen the two women in front of him.

The white-haired boy exclaimed: "Grandpa Yinguan has such a good eye. He can see their true identities at once, the incarnation of the Jinjing Money and Guyu Money. Du Shanyin will never be able to do it. He only saw their pretty faces, big breasts, and small waists. He was even more pitiful. He didn't dare to take a look at them anymore. Only Grandpa Yinguan is a real hero."

The woman in the clothes raised her head, stroked her hair in her temples, and smiled slightly at Chen Ping'an.

The girl washing the silk saw the young hidden official and pressed her finger against her cheek.

Chen Ping'an bowed and returned the gift.

The white-haired boy stamped his feet and said, "Grandpa Yinguan, how can they afford your old man's gift? You will kill them."

Chen Ping An ignored the news and walked towards the hut while thinking about money.

There are three types of gold and copper coins in Dali, including spring money, offering money, and winning money. Chen Ping'an was once a buyer money into the Lizhu Cave Heaven. After all, the first group of hills was bought with a few bags of gold and copper coins. The three types of gold and copper coins sold to various immortal forces by the Dali Dynasty. According to legend, the Mo family helped Song to create three types of model mother coins, which were the most exquisite and the most beautiful, and then it was refined on a large scale.

Even the mother-of-carved coins created by secular dynasties are the favorites of many immortal masters on the mountain, and are treasures that the collectors spared no expense to buy.

Together with the gold and copper coins, the court issued new money, along with the three kinds of immortal money, including snowflake money on the mountain, the little summer money and the Guyu money, there is still a kind of ancestral money on the Diao Mother's Money.

The ancestor money of the snowflake money was naturally treasured by the Liu family in Aiaizhou, but there was no definite explanation for the whereabouts of the Xiaoshu money and the Guyu money. I never thought that the ancestor money of the Guyu money was actually taken into his pocket by the criminal official, and with such an opportunity, he was able to manifest himself as a human being.

There are spiritual beings in the world. As long as they transform into human form, no matter what their roots and feet are, they are all created by the great way and fortune. Then they can be regarded as a mountain practitioner. Treating each other with courtesy will definitely be nothing wrong.

The young man Du Shanyin was idle today, standing under the grape trellis, looking at the two guests from afar.

The white-haired boy was still defending his "hidden grandfather". He was standing side by side with Chen Ping'an, but he stepped back and pointed at the two women who only know how to pound clothes and wash clothes every day, "It's unrestrained, and it's current."

The woman pounding clothes and the girl washing silk were originally the same as the beauty in the countryside. After the word "current" of the demon in the transformation, the strange phenomenon appeared everywhere, and the skin was golden and green, with vague words. Especially the forehead of the little hairdress, which was like a small skylight opening. It was probably because the mouth of the word was cut and the marks of the knife remained.

But they didn't even realize it, and just continued to pound clothes and wash yarn.

The white-haired boy whispered softly: "The money in the world is often paired with two pairs. If both become spirits and then become couples, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

Chen Ping'an said: "No."

The Sword Immortal Punisher was in the hut. Even if the Hidden Official came to the door, he had no intention of opening the door to entertain guests.

Chen Ping'an was here to relax, and it didn't matter how the criminal officer was. As long as he didn't get a sword light, he would be able to do it.

Du Shanyin rituals: "Greetings to Lord Yin Guan."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's okay."

Du Shanyin remembered something, slapped his head, went to get two bags of gold powder, and handed out a bag first, "I beg Lord Yin Guan to accept it."

Chen Ping'an really accepted it.

Du Shanyin handed out another bag of gold powder, "I beg Lord Yin Guan to tell a story about the landscape."

The white-haired boy smiled and was entertaining.

Chen Ping'an reached out and pressed the tall boy's head, and smiled and said, "Even if you become a veritable leader of the criminal officer in the future, don't do such things anymore."

Du Shanyin raised his head with a calm expression, "Dare you ask why?"

Chen Ping'an no longer spoke, but just passed by the boy, moving to appreciate the colorful flower god porcelain cups hanging in the air.

The white-haired boy jumped up and patted the boy's shoulder, and said, "Make up the material you can make, keep working hard! My grandfather, the hidden official, is jealous of your deep blessings. He is proud of himself, and it is a compliment to those who practice Taoism."

Du Shanyin grinned, "I was joking."

The white-haired boy wondered, "Why aren't you afraid of me at all?"
To be continued...